If 'Tis State Thou Seekest Like the World-Adorning

If 'tis State thou seekest like the world-adorning sun's array,
Lowly e'en as water rub thy face in earth's dust every day.

Fair to see, but short enduring is this picture bright, the world;
'Tis a proverb: Fleeting like the realm of dreams is earth's display.

Through the needle of its eyelash never hath the heart's thread past;
Like unto the Lord Messiah bide I half-road on the way.

Athlete of the Universe through self-reliance grows the Heart,
With the ball, the Sphere — Time, Fortune — like an apple doth it play.

Mukhlisî, thy frame was formed from but one drop, yet, wonder great!
When thou verses sing'st, thy spirit like the ocean swells, they say.